The Heart You Gave Back Came Too Late

On the way to the hospital, someone shoved a survey into my hands.

[What moment in your life would you most want to go back to?]

I thought for a few seconds, then put pen to paper.

[I want to go back to the day of the New York pile-up. I want to stop the doctors from saving me.]

The girl next to me read my answer and gasped.

"I heard only nine people survived that crash. Why would you want to stop them from saving you?"

I pressed my hand to the transplanted heart in my chest and looked up at the largest screen on the building across the street.